Memory's Legion Novelas e Histórias

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

Jinyan asked, reloading his rifle. "The Scorched Earth," Echo-1 said. "If the Archive is compromised, the Legion is programmed to destroy every living thing within five miles. They are setting the jungle on fire, Jinyan. They are turning Angkor into a furnace." They scrambled through the canal, emerging into a secret exit that led to the backside of the temple, away from the main courtyard. The sight that met them was a nightmare. The jungle was no longer green; it was a wall of orange flame. The sky was black with ash, and the screams of the "Legion" children were no longer human—they were high-pitched, electronic screeches, a collective hive-mind in the throes of a terminal error.

Zandor stood outside the hut that had been his home the past million years. He had stepped outside to allow Legion and Frederick to bond privately. Legion was unaware of his true status yet, and it was going to take some time for him to regain his memories; however, Zandor hoped that befriending Frederick - who was Legion's best friend in the past - would help him regain his memories. After all, Legion had had his second Awakening, but his memories didn't come with them. It was going to take much more than a regular power boost to return the Alchemy God of the past to the present.

It was crude, jagged, and familiar. ​"It looks like the First Forge," I whispered, the memory of my home flickering in the darkness like a dying candle. "But it's too big. It's the size of a continent." ​"It’s not a forge," the mercury corrected. "It is the Cenotaph. It is the collective memory of every surgeon who regained their humanity and was discarded for the error. It is the place where the Discord began."

He added, Legion was about taking the glass to his lips when he paused and bust out in a soft chuckle before dropping it back on the table and turning to face Henry. “You talk so innocent it turns my inside” Legion answered in disgust, “Now, if I killed your entire family, would you come for only me?” He threw the question at Henry; he paused for a while to think about. “No! I would come for yours and everything related to you!” Henry answered sharply and Legion gave a sharp and satisfied nod. “Good, Nimueh is trying to get to me. She won’t go straight, she would kill anything and everything related to me and she won’t stop till I feel emotional damage.” He finished with a small uncomfortabl

“Let's get drunk on champers and choccies, and spill our nastiest sex stories.” “I’ll drink to that,” comes the voice of Kaia as she walks out of her bedroom. “I could use the fucking time off after birthing vampire babies who stay babies for five years before growing into terror toddlers.” “Ooh. I do not envy you,” Kira quips from behind us. “Legacy is like twenty toddlers in one, while Legion is a literal saint.” “Legacy and Legion? Those are some badass names for kids,” Rebecca says as we reach the bottom stairs, only to walk into a literal pillow bed all over the living room floor.

"That's really interesting then. The 'heir' that Martin longed for so much that he was willing to kill his fiancee turns out to be… mixed-race?" "I didn't do it!" Lilian had a complete emotional breakdown at that. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at me. "So what if the child is different than usual? That's still top-tier genetics! It's a hundred times better than a woman like you who can't have children!" Her words silenced the entire room. Martin's parents stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Top-tier genetics? That phrase felt so familiar. Suddenly, I recalled something. That once-in-a-century, top-tier genetics from the Almoran tribal chief that was worth 200 mil

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.

Finally, they tossed me into a deep basin in the ground. A ship passed by at that moment, and Queenie proclaimed that the island god had forgiven them. She then announced that it was the perfect time to board and leave this island. All of them followed her lead and left me here to die. And now here I was, reborn. This time, I would make this woman pay. Just like in my previous life, my still sane colleagues were now all shooting Queenie dubious looks. "Elf Queen? Is that a joke?" "Yeah, this isn't Lord of the Rings, you know."